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A panel discussion for the next 10 years…

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‘What’s to do?’

‘—talk climate change incessantly—’ Continue reading →

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September 25, 2017September 26, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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So anagrammatic

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My literal realist (so irate) selects
recital reels, assails me with artless titles —
‘tart’, ‘sl*t’. An iota I’ll alter (retort: all lies!).
Take to the costlier cast; I’ll, the elastic.

Continue reading →

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September 23, 2017September 23, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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Is love still possible?

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In some future time
when it’s all breaking down,
when stars fall like arrows,
can I come round?

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September 20, 2017September 25, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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Video

War of words

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Roget’s thesaurus has more than enough synonyms for war in English. Here’s a few.

Wikipedia lists 59 active ongoing conflicts around the world, 14 of which have caused more than 1000 deaths in the current or past year.

War – what is it good for? by Edwin Starr (say it again)

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September 15, 2017September 16, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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Grandeur

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[dear WordPress readers –
sorry, this only works on my site – come visit ] or try the   PDF here. 

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September 14, 2017September 14, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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The river

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[this looks much better on my site]

…on the desk the hands are lit.
Men are shuffling their feet,
tidy nails, a ring, a scar across the pinky —
watch hands & listen to the men… Continue reading →

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September 10, 2017September 10, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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What I know about time (3) – haibun

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I’m telling her the story. ‘There’s a scene in Inland Empire where Lorna Dern —’

‘It’s Laura,’ she says.

‘What?’

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September 4, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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Bucolic (MM beach 34.48°S, 150.91°E)

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You know how
when the drug (poetry) kicks
everything – cars, lawns,
a v-energy-boost can on the sand
– is glazed
with potential. Continue reading →

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September 1, 2017September 9, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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Kitty or what I know about time (2) – haibun

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Here’s Kitty leaving —

Day’s gone, it’s already dark and the insufficient street lights are coming on. There’s no colour in the traffic and the pavement is crowded. Everyone is walking out of brightness into shadow, hundreds of figures moving in and out of the murk.

— and she’s gone like an arrow. Continue reading →

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August 30, 2017August 30, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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(in)constant emoji*

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tears of joy face – infuses tone beautifully
eggplant – phallus – eggplant
Continue reading →

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August 29, 2017August 29, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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